Chapter 878
Chapter 878:
Candace watched from outside, jealousy burning in her stare as it fixed on the girl standing in front of Rupert. Why would he say he would marry her someday? Candace refused to accept what she’d just seen. He can only be mine.
From that day on, Candace would return to the cabin in secret to bring the two children food. She lived with her stepmother, but her stepmother didn’t care enough to keep track of her. Candace waited for the right moment to help Rupert escape. If she could set him free, he would surely remember her.
One day, Albin and his men didn’t come to the cabin. After lunch, Candace’s father sprawled on the bed in the main bedroom and quickly fell asleep. Her stepmother was nowhere to be seen.
When Candace heard her father’s snores, she slipped into the room. He lay motionless on the bed. A glint of metal peeked from his pocket—the key to the cabin.
Holding her breath, Candace crept closer and carefully pulled the key free. She watched him for a moment, making sure he didn’t stir, then hurried out.
She ran to the cabin and unlocked the door.
Hearing the faint sound, Rupert lifted his head warily. “Who are you p>
“I’m here to save you,” Candace whispered. “My father is asleep in the inner room, and the men didn’t show up today. You can leave now p>
She glanced around, spotted an empty bottle on the ground, and smashed it against the floor.
The little girl stared at her, confused.
Candace grabbed a shard of broken glass and began sawing at the hemp rope on Rupert’s wrists. It took a long time—the rope was thick, and her hands trembled as she worked. She was almost finished when the door suddenly slammed open.
Her father burst in, his voice roaring with fury. “You little bastard, what are you doing p>
He had been sleeping soundly until the crash startled him awake. Instinctively, he reached into his pocket.
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It was empty.
Candace spun around, stunned. She stammered, panic choking her words. “Dad, I just p>
Before she could even form a full sentence, her father charged across the room and slapped her hard across the face. “You traitor! I’ve raised you all these years, and now you’re trying to ruin everything for me p>
Candace fell beside the shards of broken glass. Her cheek burned, a red handprint blooming across her skin. Then a sharp pain flared in her wrist. She frowned and looked down, seeing blood welling from a deep cut. Tears spilled over as she noticed a jagged shard wedged into her wrist.
“Get out of here!” her father shouted in disgust, completely indifferent to the injury.
After that day, Candace was never allowed near the cabin again. Her father and stepmother became far stricter, always demanding to know where she was.
“Guards! Help!” Albin’s furious voice suddenly thundered down the corridor one night. “Those two little bastards ran away p>
Candace had been asleep, but the commotion jolted her awake. She heard hurried footsteps, then the sharp rise of voices—her parents cursing in panic.